The duo followed behind you, ducking behind plants and big groups of people, crouching near trashcans, meeting behind the sharp corner. You’d been acting strange for weeks now. Steve thought he was just being paranoid, but then Dustin brought up your odd behavior, and he knew it wasn’t all in his head. You got off your shift early today, but when they asked why, you came up with yet another lame excuse. They could see right through it. It wasn’t too hard. You were an awful liar. So, when you hung up your apron and said your goodbyes, the boys had no other choice but to follow. Steve was still working, but he figured there was no better time to take his break. Through the mall you went, before stopping by one of the maps. You stood there, checking your watch, tapping your foot, fixing your hair. Neither knew why until someone came up to you, making you smile instantly, and kissed you. They both gasped. This is what you’d been hiding all along? A relationship? Why couldn’t you tell them?

• Hopper: While I’m gone, Steve, you’re in charge.
• Steve: Yes!
• Hopper, whispering: Mike, you’re secretly in charge.
• Mike: Obviously.

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Sadie Sink for Givenchy

as a lesbian who wear glasses, i literally have to talk about this. robin buckely and steve harrington should both be allowed to wear glasses in season 4. here are my reasons: 1. they would look sexy, 2. i just know robin would have hers on one of those old lady glasses chain things because lesbian taste and old people taste run parallel etc, 3. would physically confirm that steve actively suppressed parts of himself in high school to fit in with tommy (he’s gay), 4. joe looks really gender in glasses, 5. heightens the robin and velma scooby doo comparison, and 6. i literally cannot stress enough that it would be sexy

STRANGER THINGS SEASON TWO - Chapter Three: The Pollywog

Hello! I am super new to this but I made a redbubble and have uploaded a couple of designs. If you wanted to check it out that would be pretty chill.

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re-reading this sexy post by @finalgirlwillbyers and thinking about how a HIV diagnosis in the 80s was essentially a death sentence and how will’s “zombie boy” nickname, in other words, a dead man walking, could evolve to accommodate will’s coming out and extend that AIDS metaphor further and i really think we should talk about this take more.

little red shorts on the brain..

gifs and fake scenes

he knows

what if…what if……instead of a swings flashback there’s a swings remake. a conflict, maybe they’ve grown distant and will has pulled away from mike, theyve both gone through changes while apart and maybe they’re kinda awkward or bitter towards one another… and they end up alone, stuck together on the swings maybe waiting for someone or something….. and mike gets an idea to ‘start over’, remembering the best thing he ever did, and asks will if he wants to be his friend…………and it’s like a parallel to crazy together…..what if..

hi could i get a promo? my name’s spencer and i left this site a while ago but i impulsively decided to come back. my last url was seacoaste if any of u recognize me! if u like/post about any of the following let’s be mutuals

• carry on
• the raven cycle
• lockwood & co
• stranger things
• dctv flash
• space
• sanrio
• taylor swift
• 90s/y2k/kidcore aesthetic

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Here are the instagram requests! Thank you for participating! 😁👌 I had a lot of fun making them

Someone stop me from making this screenshot I took my pfp rn

New York City (Eleven Hopper x fem!Reader)

“Woah,” was all your pretty brunette girlfriend could manage to say.
You nodded, eyes completely focused on her, rather than the bustling city surrounding you.
It was El’s first time in the city, well…second, if you counted her little escapade to Chicago when she was still tucked away from the world.
This time she was experiencing New York City, and the two of you had just exited the subway.
“It’s so…big,” She marveled, eyes shining with interest.
“Isn’t it?!” You laughed, making sure to keep a tight grip on her hand. She was more than capable of many things, but knowing her childhood, it was better safe than sorry. You didn’t want to send her any panic attacks from getting lost in the big apple.
El’s lips broke into a toothy grin, and you were yet reminded of how despite her limited socialization and exposure to diversity, she really did love the big cities, full of all sorts of people.
“Where can we go first?” She asked, practically breathless from the scenery.
“Let’s just walk around,” you suggested. “Take in the city a bit,” you raised an eyebrow, questioning if she wanted to do that as well.
She smiled, nodding and intertwined her fingers in yours.
The two of you walked down the block in Manhattan, both staring in wonder at the skyscrapers reaching up towards the clouds.
It was the perfect day, sunny, with blue sky, and fluffy cumulus clouds. You couldn’t wait to walk around Central Park with her.
You were so consumed in your thoughts that it caught you off guard when El suddenly stopped walking.
“You okay?” You asked, concerned.
“Yeah…” she said slowly, and took a few steps toward a nearby display case.
You smirked, suddenly getting it and wondering why you hadn’t thought about how enthralled she would be with the giant glass windows full of commercial-ness.
She touched a finger carefully to the clear pane, peering curiously at the mannequins inside. They were wearing stunning outfits.
“Pretty,” El breathed, and you admired her cute expression.
“Yeah. You would be really pretty in one of them,” you mused.
“I would?” Her eyes lit up.
You nodded, “For sure.”
“Can we…go inside?” She tapped the glass, obviously wanting to get closer to the exquisite fabric.
“Well,” you explained, “We couldn’t go in there. That’s just for show. But we can go into the store. And, hey, maybe you could try one of the outfits on? I bet you would look so cute in that one…” you pointed at the light blue denim overalls that were layered over a red, orange and navy paisley sweater. The mustard colored beret finished out the look.
She turned to you, beaming, “Okay!”
You relinked your hands with hers and pulled her around the block, towards the entrance of the storefront. You were met with a revolving door, and she gave you a curious look, signaling that she was not familiar with the type of entrance.
“Alright,” you gathered your thoughts. “This…is a revolving door.”

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Pillow Talk (Mike Wheeler x fem!Reader)

Mike sighed, his breath warm and tickling your neck. You were currently entangled with him, both blissed out and in a state of contentment.
It was a warm summer night, the windows up by the ceiling in the Wheeler’s basement cracked open, letting in a little bit of night air. But it barely put a dent in the stifling heat. You didn’t mind too much, because most of it was coming from Mike’s body being so close to yours, and how could you complain about that?
The overhead lights were on, unlike the lamps that were scattered around the room, but you could hardly tell because all the lightbulbs were out except for one. And even that was flickering in and out every minute or so.
The fluorescent light, designed to be neon and bright, similar to what you might see in a school or public building, was on the other side of the room, so that shadows were cast over you and Mike.
After what felt like an unusually needy and desperate love filled time you just shared, you were both very quiet, you laying on your back with your boyfriend tucked on top of you, head in the crook of your neck. You traced a small circle on the back of his shoulder with one finger, his bare skin as hot as if he had a fever. Just touching it made you shiver, even though you had had your hands all over him the entire night.
It was times like these when you wished summer would never end. When you could just -ahem- make love to Mike forever and talk to him about anything and everything and play with his mop top of dark curly hair. When you could watch old creature features from the 50s and listen to his mom’s Beatles records. When you could tease him about everything and get teased right back. When you could kiss him on the corner of his lips, waiting for the smile that would always cross his face when you did that. When you could go outside and lay on the freshly mowed lawn at two a.m, holding hands. When he could make you peanut butter toast and you would sit at the kitchen table, pretending to be married and grown. When you would never have to deal with the real world.
“Mike,” you said, in a whisper, carefully cutting through the blissful silence.
“Mhm,” he murmured, moving his head down to rest more near your collarbones, lips leaving little vibrations on your skin as he went.
You shivered under his touch and continued with what you were trying to say, “I- can we-,“ you stopped talking, and the only thing you could hear was the hum of the kitchen appliances running on the floor above you, along with Mike’s slow breathing and your own shallow breaths.

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I think we live in this world, where the games that we’ve created for ourselves take away so much spirituality and sensitivity. And I never really had a desire to participate in those games